It was obvious DB and his architect were on two entirely different pages as to where we needed to be design wise so after the meeting broke DB asked me if I'd like to grab lunch. I was flattered. DB is after all a married man. "But this IS just lunch Jocelyn", I told myself and I will have to get used to situations like this is this is the field I will be working in. The area around Vanderbilt University where I work has a very college town charm with its sandwich shops and coffee houses, so we stopped in to a gyro joint for lunch and I wanted to get more of a feel for what DB wanted for his loft. Over a lunch of mostly just get-to-know-each-other conversation I discovered DB is about as real of a person as you'll ever meet, in a celebrity. Sure he has some expensive toys and someone to drop what they're doing anytime he beckons, but behind those steel blue eyes, that head full of curly dishwater blonde disheveled hair, he's just like all the country boys I grew up with. He likes his truck, his dog, either hunting and/or fishing, and girls. Not always in that order of importance src='
DB said as we walked from the sandwich shop back to my office, "You need to see Goldie to get a real feel for what I want design wise." "Goldie", I questioned? "My bus." he came back with. Whoa whoa whoa. Pump the brakes. Do I look naive enough and, I dunno, EASY enough that I'm willing to fall for old "tour of the bus" routine? I've actually been backstage at enough shows to know this ploy. Not me. And not on my very first job with a client!?! This is just my first week for crying out loud! I came back with (and I figured this would put him in his place), "You know, we could consult with, your WIFE. A woman's touch, and what she wants is important as well. I imagine we could bounce some ideas off of each other." He goes on to tell me that she stays down in Gulf Shores all the time. Doesn't care for Nashville's bi-polar weather patterns and that the loft is just for him to use while he's in town. "Wow", I thought to myself. I wish I had a 2500 square foot loft just to use whenever the mood might strike. Next thing I know he's on the phone,"Superman, can you bring Goldie over to West End? Park her in the lot across across from The Pancake Pantry.............. Right, there's a design studio there. Cool man......." So the arrangement has been made for me to see the inside of the bus. I'm not thrilled. And I dunno where he thinks this is going but to throw a damper on anything he might have in mind I tell him that I need to return a call and reschedule an appointment while we wait on the bus to arrive. No more small talk and less of a chance for those eyes, and that warm smile........... and need I say that sweet Mississippi drawl to work on breaking me down, while I excuse myself to my office inside as he finishes his cigarette outside and ogles the college girls. "With any luck", I say to myself,"he'll latch onto some sweet young thing walking down the sidewalk". And as I look at him through the storefront glass it appears that just that very thing may be happening. DB and all the guys like him just seem to have that natural ability. I shake my head almost in disgust.
I was actually doing a good job of putting myself back into professional mode as I looked over the details of another client's files. I glanced up ever so often and it seemed each time DB was talking to a different female. My Lord, he's a man whore. No longer am I mildly turned on, I'm a little disgusted. "Good for you Jocelyn", I told myself, "you were almost willing to fall victim to him." Thirty minutes must have passed before I saw the big lumbering coach make the corner and pass by the front of the shop. If you've never seen a Prevost coach up live and in person, all that polished stainless steel is very beautiful. Sexy even. And DB does indeed have a very sharp home away from home. He came through the front door grinning just like the cat that ate the canary. "Goldie is waiting for us out in the parking lot", he said.
"He can't just park it here", I told DB. We do in fact share this parking lot with some other businesses. The big muscle bound driver DB called Superman informed me that that wouldn't be a problem. This thing prefers rolling to standing still given the chance. And I must say that DB did have a point, in that seeing the inside of Goldie was giving me insight into how the loft need to be decorated. Big plasma television sets were everywhere. And leather, and beautiful wood. Contemporary Country describes it best. DB was very much a gracious host and if it wasn't for the fact that I could see the scenery passing by, I would have never knew we were moving. As we continued to discuss design elements we of course ended up in the stateroom, or bedroom, in the back of the bus. As my eyes scanned I came across a baggy on the bedside table. We both saw it at the same time and while he wasn't embarrassed he did make an effort to put it away. I told him that it was cool. I mean, heck, I'd smoked pot quite a bit. He stuck his baggy in his front pocket and we went back to the front section of the bus. As we sat and chatted he reached in his pocket and brought out its contents and rolled up a joint. He lit it and passed it to me just as if he knew I'd take it. And I did. And we kept on talking about the loft as we toked and rode and I have to say I really needed to relax a bit to get some creative stuff rolling. I think I got giggly first, then he did, the Superman called from the driver's seat, "Hey, ya'll close the door. That's making it's way up here. I'm trying to drive! Jeez, smells like a dirty gym sock!" DB got up and shut the pocket door that sealed the driver off from all the distraction that could be going on in the bus.
Now I wasn't stoned. I do have a tolerance. But I was feeling good. And I was alone in a very intimate setting with a very good looking somewhat older man. DB snubbed out the joint and poured us both some Bulleit bourbon. I'm a big bourbon fan. As I sipped mine DB started in laying on how cute and charming I was.And how he detected my Virginia twang the first time I spoke. He was full of shit and I knew it. And I didn't really care that he was either. I let him continue on. I just sipped my bourbon. He moved closer to me on the leather couch and I respond to his move by slipping my shirt off over my head. His eyes dropped to my bra and I saw him lick his lips. Country boys love breasts. I slipped off my bra and was suddenly aware that I was riding down the road. And that cars were all around us and because of the window tint I could see them, but they couldn't see me. It made me hotter, because there's glass all around us and this is very much an exhibitionist situation I'm about to be in. DB reach out and circled my nipples with his finger. Guitar players have rough, calloused fingertips. But he had a gentle touch. I just stared straight into those eyes as he caressed my breasts. I was beginning to think that was as far as it would go, so I moved and rubbed the bulge in his crotch. His mouth opened and he let out a little gasp. I've never had a guy do that before. I rubbed it until it grew to an uncomfortable size for him and he stood up and unzipped and sat back down. When I saw it come over the top of his pants as they slid down I have to say I was impressed. I like a large cock and while maybe not the biggest I've ever had, it was very big. It was at this point that I had to remove myself somewhat from the situation because I know a guy like DB has had a lot of women out on the road. And although not a fan of condoms I was going to insist on one this time. Before my mouth could finish forming the word he was up and back from the bathroom with some. Colored. And flavored. I picked banana and he inwrapped it and surprisingly got it most of the way stretched over his cock. There might have been an inch that wasn't protected but I figured that was okay. Rubbers, I don't know much about.
As soon as he was done with the condom fiddling I couldn't fight the urge but to have it in my mouth. And the banana flavoring was a new experience to me and it was quite pleasant. He spread eagle on the couch as I kneeled on the floor before him and really gave that dick a good sucking. He stopped me and stood me before him and undid my jeans. He slid them and my panties down all the while staring at my pussy. He reached into his pocket and came out with a vile with some white powder and put a little on his finger and then rubbed it on my pussy. I wasn't sure what he was doing but I had no desire to stop him. When it came to me that the vial had a little Peruvian nose dust in it and what he had just done, I was very cool with it. I'd never done any but my clit just had. And it felt GOOD! He fingered me and rubbed it around. I knew I wasn't going to let him put his mouth on me for the same reason his unsheathed penis wouldn't be in me. I pulled away from him and went back down on him. He stopped me and wiped the juices from the head of his cock, and put just a little bump of the powder on the head of it. I looked up at him laughing and did a little bump right off the head of his cock. He put another bump down there and stood me up in front of him. I looked down and saw it and knew what he had in mind. As he held it, to keep it from falling off, I lowered myself onto it. I was much wetter than I was aware. So instead of a few strokes to gently get him and myself sufficiently lubed for full penetration I just went all the way down in one long glide. I felt the drug inside me and it was wonderful. He let out a sigh as I went all the way down his shaft, not wasting a fraction of an inch of what he had to offer. I just rocked back and forth on that cock. I was feeling things inside that were totally new to me. He was suppling at my breasts as I rocked back and forth, having never even came up off of him from initial penetration when I came. I fell into him as I contracted and spasmed and it must have been rocking his dick very hard because he pulled me off of him and completely came out of me. I pressed up against him and felt his hot cock pressed against my labia.
He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I lay on my back with my legs spread, eager for him but he rolled me over and positioned me for rear entry. And he entered without any gentleness at all. He completely took me. He put his knees between my feet and made me open my legs wider as he drove even deeper the second time than the first. I felt his balls slap my clit as he drove again and again....... he was a man on a mission. After I became accustomed I started to push back. We were both meeting in the middle of a combined thrust that was driving his beautiful cock deep into me with each stroke. I didn't know any man that could take much of this, so I puled myself away from him and fell face first on the bed. He wasn't aware I was going to do that but I'm sure it kept him from cumming. I wasn't ready yet. I stood on the bed, crouched because of the low ceiling, and walked towards him. He accepted my legs around his sides as his hands took my ass, spreading it, and with my arms around his muscular neck I lowered myself onto him. My little mind game is, he probably fucks so many women he doesn't want to see their faces when he drops a nut off in them. But he'll see mine.........
I went down on him till I was suspended by his cock. My clit was becoming less numb and pressed hard against the base of his member. I swung on his cock with our forehead's together staring him straight in his eyes. I let out gasps and whimpers as full feeling was returning to all my sex and I could tell I was quite swollen. And I knew it had to be feeling pretty tight to him. The once over abundance of wetness was starting to thicken and dry a little and there was a lot more heat and friction. But I kept swinging. Because it was a very erotic situation I was in and any pain was being masked by pleasure. I squealed a little on one plunge of his cock and I felt the volcano begin to rumble. One thrust........two thrust........ it was tremoring and swelling and then in a turn about I wasn't expecting, he dropped me onto the bed, pulling me out of him. And with one fluid motion he whipped of the condom and with a couple of jerks sent a blazing load of cum skipping across my heaving belly. Then another wave, then another. I looked down and there was a torrent of cum from my tits to my navel. And it was thick, and downright hot.
I've never been a big fan of the pull out. I always want it unloaded into me. And I don't know if this is the amount that usually gets dumped into me or DB just makes big loads, but I started t giggle as it began to run off on me and onto the comforter. There was so much it couldn't be contained and DB started to giggle because I was. He heated a washrag and helped me cleaned up. As we came out from the back naked I noticed the door to the driver's area was open and we were parked back in the parking lot at my place of employment. I gathered my clothes back on hurriedly and grabbed my notes and stepped off the bus. That massive structure of a man, Superman, was leaned against the bus having a smoke as I stepped out. I sheepishly said, "I didn't know we were back. Have we been here long?" He just grinned and said, "If the bus is a rocking'.............."
I hurried back inside as my fellow employees spoke in hushed voices and grinned. I'm gonna say, busted!
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